Buffy was beginning to feel overwhelmed at the welcome she was receiving from the kind people of Fanfic Land. Hordes of people had come out, come out, wherever they were. First, the Fluffyfic Guild had given her a fluffy kitten (which she passed off to Dawn, hoping Spike would never get his hands on it); then the Spuffyfic Guild gave her a pair of handcuffs and lube (which she looked forward to using when Spike got his hands on her later); when the B/A-ship Guild tried to give her a stern talking-to, she decided she'd had enough of that. All right, I really appreciate all your gifts, but can you maybe pile these things up in a corner and I'll pick them up later? Dawn and I need to get home.

You want to leave? Mayor Jonathan asked, pain evident in his voice. But you just got here. And you're alive. Not dead. And we haven't even done Ding Dong She Isn't Dead' or We Welcome You to Fanfic Land' yet.

Yeah, I know, but you might be evil and the whole thing is getting tiresome and Dawn and I really don't belong here. We need to get home. Are you going to help us or are you going to keep singing songs?

Well, I've never left Fanfic Land. I wouldn't know how, the Mayor sighed.

I can help you. Buffy spun around to see where the voice had come from.

Tara! God, you scared me. How long have you been here?

Goddess. And my name isn't Tara, I'm Glinda, the good witch.

You're not Tara, Buffy repeated, disbelieving But you look just like Tara, except that you're wearing that strange pink, corset-y dress that looks like it belongs a hundred years--But you look exactly like Tara.

You must be mistaken. Now, I don't have the power to send you home. The only other one who might is the great and powerful Wizard named Oz, and he lives far away in the Precious String City.

Precious String City? What kind of a name is that? Buffy scoffed.

Well it used to be the Emerald City, but wound up string is so much more popular for jewelry nowadays, it was changed by popular consensus. So don't you want to know how to get there?

Yeah, that. How do I get to Precious String City to get help from the Wizard named Oz?

Oh, that's easy. Just follow the Purple Prose Road. The denizens of Fanfic Land immediately burst into song, and pushed Buffy and Dawn along on their merry way.

Follow the Purple Prose Road.
Follow the Purple Prose Road.
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow the Purple Prose Road.

Follow the Purple Prose
Follow the Purple Prose
Follow the Purple Prose Road.

You're off to see the Wizard,
The wonderful Wizard named Oz!